The world shot down Love as a spy, once upon a time ago. // ...now I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of Your face. // You get bigger as you go, bales of memory like boats in tow.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

White Noise And The Road....

White Noise And The RoadWhite noise and the roadStatic on the radioBlue cloud movin' inI'm countin' all my sinsThousands to goTwo mile from homeIf the guilty conscience drivesHe'll try to skate on byHummm...

Love averts her eyesSmiles a slow, soft sighShe don' know no lieBut she hears 'em all the timeHears 'em from the roadThey echo down the halls of homeIn paper motel walled phone callsOf dirty deeds deniedBetrayal wears real thinChasin' down and out had-beensFurther 'round the bendWave goodbye and hello againAgain, again, again, againHummm...

And Love, sweet LoveDoes what she doesBut needs to be believed

Ties you thought would bindSeem to loosen, fall behindFading from the bloodThat still sings in floods of memoryI can take my lonely homeDo supper on my ownLove is somewhere waiting upBut now She's not for meHummm...

And Love, sweet LoveDoes what she doesBut needs to be received

White noise and the roadStatic on the radioBlue cloud movin' inCountin' all my sinHummm...

1 comment:

About the Audio Links...

All the current audio is recorded with a Zoom 200 Digital Recorder. Clik on the either the Title Font or just below. The best way to listen to these clips is through earphones or buds. These are unedited, one-offs of badly played acoustic guitar and sketchy vocal. Sometimes I am accompanied by katydid hums, cricket chirps, assorted dog noises, the plaintive burble of a perpetually starved cat, rain, the pop of the wood-burner, occasional shotgun blasts of walnuts hitting the metal roof and the "honey-do's" of my much-much better half. If you can't hear the guitar, it's probably a good thing.

About Me

From Lancaster, Ohio, and living somewhere outside Athens with my beautiful and brilliant much-better-half. I play occasionally in two alt.country bands. In my spare time, I ignore the lawn and garden until it's almost too late, chase the two dogs
around the yard, practice juggling the two kittens, and try to forget that I am a "Dilbert" for a flooring company in Columbus.